minsung oneshots

opening doors.

I know it's bad but i've really been into the two broken people in a relationship. I like the tension it brings, there's someone who is wrong but the other person also has their more subtle flaws. *chefs kiss* 

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Jisung hadn't been acting normal when Minho left, for a while he hadn't been acting normal actually, so Minho hoped that whatever was going on was resolved. He hated seeing his boyfriend in a bad mood, it just wasn't him at all.

Jisung had always been the kind of person who wore his heart on his sleeve. But recently, a cloud of unease settled over him, creeping into every corner of his mind. It started as a whisper, like a fleeting thought that he could manage to shake off. But as days passed, it morphed into a cacophony of paranoia, suffocating and relentless.

He couldn't pinpoint the source. Was it something in the air? A look exchanged between strangers? The late-night news that buzzed ominously in the background? Or all the things that people said about him and Minho?

Whatever it was, it gnawed at his mind, driving a wedge between him and the rest of the world, especially the people who were closest to him. And even more for the one who loved him more than anything, Minho, his boyfriend.

He convinced himself that he was ok though, and that it was everyone else making him feel like this.

Minho noticed the change immediately in his usually happy boyfriend. The once lively conversations turned into stilted exchanges. Jisung retreated into his own thoughts, eyes clouded with worry. Minho tried to reach out, gently probing for the reasons behind the sudden shift, only to be pushed away by harsh words.

Minho consulted his friends and tried to convince Jisung to get professional help, but he refused. Minho even tried to show Jisung that everything was going to be alright in subtle ways, like random texts or leaving notes around the house before he went to work.

Nothing. It seemed like the more Minho tried to be there for him, the angrier Jisung became, the more paranoid about Minho's intentions he became.

Before long, Jisung banned physical touch. "I just feel weird right now. Please just don't ask for me romantically." Minho nodded, it seemed like a reasonable request until he found out the hard way that Jisung meant no touching at all, not just the intimate part. No hugs, no kisses, no cuddles, no nothing.

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Minho walked into his apartment, completely drained from work. All he wanted was a shower, sweatpants, and to cuddle his boyfriend. But the silence in the apartment dashed all his hopes. Further confirming his dread, their bedroom door was locked.

"Sungie? I'm home." He knocked gently on the door, only wishing that Jisung would open it. Thankfully he did, but Jisung looked so lifeless that Minho internally cringed. "What?"

"May I come in?" Minho asked, even though it made no sense for him to ask to go into his room in his house. Minho always tried to be respectful of Jisung's space, but it was becoming too much. "Why?"

Minho sighed, "So that I can change my clothes and take a nap before dinner. I had a long day at work." Jisung opened the door and squeezed past Minho, "I'll be on the couch." Minho almost called out to him, he wanted so desperately to hold him. Or for Jisung to hold him. Until now, he never realized how cold it was at night, and how the darkness seemed to chip the joy away from him as he lay all alone.

Minho sniffled, trying not to make any noise whilst he cried. He hated this. It was supposed to be him and Jisung, no matter what. Minho had defied his parents for this relationship. And for what? He was laying all alone night after night because of something he didn't know.